I hated school. Perhaps, let me rephrase that I liked school but school didn’t like me. I found school difficult and isolating. I had no understanding of why I struggled, I just knew I did.
Why I struggled would only become apparent to me years later. That I struggled to learn because of neurological difficulties and rewiring and as a consequence blended into the background. I never stood out, I merely existed.
I was slow with my handwriting, slow to understand even the basics of what I was being taught. I didn’t get the school thing. My school reports told many stories, all of which were ignored by all those involved with me. There was no follow through between school and home about my reports, parents evening, or my marks.
My parents knew I struggled, but did little to change or help me. My father said I would catch up. In the meantime, I was constantly being picked up for a lack of substance to homework and schoolwork. I didn’t realise my lack of abilities had anything to do with my inability to learn, because of my neurological impairments.
There was no joined up thinking in my learning or in the school’s abilities to recognise my difficulties. In my mind I had already given up, but I was a good girl in school. Growing up I was labelled as lazy.
The irony is that I was far from lazy, I was struggling to learn and with no support, I struggled to succeed at the learning thing. Years on and my site shows a different story, that I was far from lazy.
With the right support and guidance I know I could have achieved more. I have now found a different way to learn.